MY OUTCAST MATE

Meeting the rich billionaire

Barbie.

" Easy." I whimpered as he inserted the enema tube inside my bum. It pinched a little.

He pushed the liquid inside of me. He got a bulb douche.

" Lay down with your knees to your chest for about ten minutes."

I laid down as the saline solution did its wonders.After my timer went off, I took a dump. I'll just skip to that part for those of you that are eating or thinking of eating.

Hint, it was a flood gate.

Ozzy waxed me using the strips, Brazilian waxing. No hair anywhere on my body. It was painful of course.

I didn't go to the club as usual. All I could think of was please this better be real. I will literally cry if it's fake. I clicked on several p0rn clips.

A dummy beginner on how to " enjoy" adult fornication.The ladies mostly made the sounds when the man k.issed their necks, smooched their b.oobies and went down there. Their body movements would go with the rhythm of the touch.

Eyes would remain closed, mouth open... got it.

I mimicked what I saw, rehearsing in preparation for tonight. I was on all fours, arching my bum up as I imagined some old rich fart's big belly slapping my bubble bum.

" Well at least he's rich."

I watched multiple clips featuring old men, grossed out a little. I can manage this, I mastered the art of acting and I am flexible to any angle.

I had a shower, got changed into a white Chiffon dress to symbolize what some people would call purity. I am an outcast exotic dancer, not sure purity would be the correct term to describe me.

I take glory in what I do, say whatever you want about me. I sincerely don't care. I've been called worse. Calling me a strip.per kinda makes me saucy.

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" Ready hun?" Ozzy queried.

I nodded my head. He held my hand as he drove our Toyota Belta out of the driveway. My heart was racing like a fast car, nearly popping out of my chest as we drew nearer the suite.

I gulped, clutching my dress tightly, fear was taking the most part of me.

The tall building looked like a god on solid ground.My anxiety made it look like it touched the dark skies.This was on the commercial side of the city. This is where the high and mighty work, eat and sleep.

" This is it, Barbie.Our shot at becoming millionaires. It will be over even before you know it. And I will be home waiting for you. Ready to start our lives as millionaires." He stated.

I pecked his cheek before opening my side and walking out. I waved at him. I turned toward the massive doors to the grand Suite. This old man must be loaded to afford a night in this suite. It's commonly known for the extra rich.

The tiles were marble white with cracks of gold. Quite artistic. I would want such in my house. It's like walking on milk with golden streams.

The golden yellow paintings on the wall spoke of a tale of fresh wealth, crystal like chandeliers hang graciously on the ceiling. I made my way to the reception desk.

A gentleman in an all blue uniform gazed at me. Ozzy said I say I am here for a biology class. He better not be pulling my leg with this one.

He gave me a matte black card with the room number, 856.

" Enjoy your stay Miss." Gracefully smiling at me.

Well that worked, f.uck! This is actually real!

He didn't gaze at me with a python glare like most receptionists do. Seems he knew why I was here.

I felt a little hot and cold at the same time. I shouldn't have worn the off shoulder chiffon dress. But oh well, too late for that.

I took the lift, inhaling and exhaling to keep myself calm.Mint candy was freely moving about in my mouth, fresh breath check. I sniffed my armpits, she reeked of fresh strawberry. My banished scent was lavender today. I shift between lavender and cinnamon each day.

I hate both scents. The alpha instills in you a scent that you hate the most as your banished trademark.

I had a mark as well, I can't see it but someone else can, it can appear anywhere, on my face, neck, hand, thigh, bum and...

I don't think it would appear on my cootie cat. That's to ensure we don't get covering tattoos to conceal the marks.

The elevator dinged open. I walked out , as I searched from the door bearing the number on my card. The air was chill, as silent as that of a morgue.

You wouldn't know people are behind those doors. A red VIP spotless carpet was well laid on the floor. I spotted the steel shiny door I was looking for. I inserted the card onto the door ATM thingy. Look, I don't know what it's called okay. I have never been here.

The door turned green and clicked. Opening by itself. Spooky... I like that.

The suite was empty, like no one was inside. It was neat, gray and black themed, classy chairs, beautiful chandelier, open kitchen with a stylish matte black clean finish.

I went to the bedroom walking like a crime detective, hoping there's nobody that would make my work harder. In reality I know I looked like a cat.

The bed was covered by a snow white sheet. I sat at the edge of the bed.This bed will see wonders tonight, a young gold digger and an old grandpa grooving it tonight.

I just hope he's not the sickly type that would get a heart attack while we are at it. At Least I have Ozzy to help me clean up the crime scene.

I took off my shoes and massaged my ankles. I haven't fully healed from the heel accident I had. I twisted my ankle on the stage while performing. I can walk but it still hurts. I burnt that ratchet heel.

I heard the door click. I immediately sat up with my hands folded to my front like a good little " pure" girl. The main door clicked shut.

" Keep calm, Barbie." I muttered to myself. The sound of clinking keys falling on a hard surface, jerked me a little.

Keep calm...

His heels struck the marble tiles making a dreadful sound , well to me it sounded scary since I was panicking; as he drew closer and closer to the room. Shoot, I had shut the door. I was so excited to enter the room that I forgot to leave the door open.

The heel sounds came to a sudden stop. My heart thumped harder, I could hear it loud and clear in my ears.

The door knob twisted, as the shadowy figure stopped before the door.

This is it.